’ ‘Hey, I’ve done it twice now, what the fuck do you want from me?’ ‘Perfection, girl, I want no grinding of gears, that’s all. Is that so... . . . fucking much?’ she added thinking the foul language would drive home the point she was making. ‘And what did we agree on earlier?’ ‘No fucking drinking and driving,’ Janet said, with an impish grin. ‘Right, let some cowboy drive you home. They’d be happy to wreck their daddy’s car with you in it. But don’t let them speed.’ ‘Makes sense to me,’ Janet. It changed you. Oh my god. Yourbeautiful. Your her." Debbie said pointing at the tv commercialwhich was still on. Mike was indeed a perfect image of the tvmodel from the soft drink commercial. "Change me back. Change me back." A bikini clad Mike yelled. "I don't know. I think your kind of cute like that. HeeHee." Debbie laughed. "This isn't funny. Push some buttons. Any buttons. Here giveme that." Squeaked Mike. Debbie replied. "Well wait. If this thing kept that image,it must. In a very stern voice, he tells me shut the fuck up and not to speak or ask questions. With that, he rolls me on to my stomach and proceeds to spank my ass. Gently at first but then a little harder and harder until finally it makes a loud smack every time he hits me. I new my ass had to be bright red by now but for some reason instead of pain, I find this very erotic and can feel my pussy dripping. Tom eventually stops what he is doing and comes around to the front of me . And says, so you. Cornwall answered back with a long drive of their own. They didn't do anything tricky. They just stuffed the ball up our gut. Coach Wyndham and Coach Fisher substituted defensive lineman liberally, to keep our guys from getting tired. We waited for Cornwall to make a mistake or penalty. They didn't. They managed to score a touchdown on the drive. Score: 7-3 Cornwall.We sustained a drive of our own in answer to Cornwall's score. We used Drew, Ian Meyers, our fullback, and Marcus Shaeffer, Drew's.